Ravenloft II: The House on Gryphon Hill

Sometimes one must look back at a nightmare...

GM’s Note: As my old group has long since disbanded, I’m taking a new group of adventurers through Expedition to Castle Ravenloft, updated from 3.5 to Pathfinder. As such, the logs here for awhile will keep track of their adventures as they advance through the first story, and should all go well, they will move on to Ravenloft II: The House on Gryphon Hill.

Three sisters gathered under a full moon. Three sisters dipped their spoons into a great bubbling cauldron. Three sisters eyed each other, and eyed the moon.

The eldest sister spoke words of prophecy. She told of the wild fanes destroyed, of the master’s power broken. She told of ancient power reawakened and ancient evil undone.

“What will we three be in this future world you see?” her sisters asked.

To that question alone, of all questions that have ever been asked of her, the eldest of the coven had no answer. She gazed at the moon. She gazed at her sisters, born of the same dark seed and feeble human flesh. And she gazed into the cauldron, and prayed her sisters would not see her tremble.